It was a while before I’d properly processed, and with difficulty had digested the basic fact of my life going forward. I would not be arriving at my intended destination, my desired destiny had malfunctioned somewhere between the realms of my mind and its outward reverberations as it crashed through time to the place intended, […]Read Post ›
Dèjávu. I have it so often these days, a fleeting moment when something between the passing of the seconds that make up a minute stops, and I’m disconnected from where I am and connect to an almost stationary, a fleetingly static nanosecond of a space and a time past. I recognize it as the imagery […]Read Post ›
The guard of the garden was always there, present long before the garden had seen perfection eclipsed by malefaction, and the guardian knew the secrets of the garden were ever true, and that there would be two who’d be there too, and would one day share in the knowledge that this perfect garden grew…
A Book and Art 